Roman's POV I inwardly groaned as I squeezed my eyes open. I groaned again when I realized that my head still throbbed with an excruciating headache. I steered my gaze sideways and immense anger siphoned through my veins, when I set my eyes on the bane of my existence. The obsessive leech who had caused Sofie and I so much problems in the short span of two months. I wondered how she managed to enter the hospital despite the fact that I had already instructed the hospital's director not to allow her in. I guessed it was time for me to withdraw my investment in the hospital, since they couldn't even protect one of their major shareholders. As I stared at her, my ire intensified and I suddenly had the urge to commit murder. Before my logical reasoning could gain control of my senses, I snapped the cannula off my wrist and stormed toward Lana. She gasped as I yanked her off the chair and slammed her against the hard wall. I wrapped my hands around her throat as I glared murderous
Sofie's POV I remained mute like a dummy as I blankly stared into space. I had desperately yearned for good news like this, but I had no idea how I was supposed to act when it finally happened. "Sofie, are you still there? Did you hang up on me?" Damien's voice wafted through my line of hearing. I forced myself out of the mini trance I was, to give him a response. "I'm still here. I'm sorry. I'm just trying to process it. So they got the warrant earlier then." I said. "Yes. They did. Thankfully. By the way, Roman just got discharged right now. I just got the message from my assistant. So you should see him soon. I have to get back to work. We need to have Lana sentenced to jail as soon as possible." Damien explained. "Right. You should. Thanks for everything, Damien." "There's no need to thank me, Sofie. Take care of yourself, and have a nice day." He said, and hung up. I mindlessly stared at my phone for a while as various unhinged thoughts assailed my mind, with the most pro
Roman’s POV I gazed at the closed door with my mouth gaped in a mixture of shock, confusion and devastation. I racked through my memory to figure out whether I had unknowingly said something wrong to Sofie. But I couldn't place a finger on one wrong thing that I had said. Something must have happened for her to have suddenly brought up the issue of the contract termination letter out of nowhere. I sighed as i inwardly debated within myself on whether to ring the doorbell again or not. Eventually, I settled on the latter option because I didn't want to further ruin our relationship, so I just dejectedly walked back to the car. Nathan darted me a scrutinizing stare, as I approached the car. Thankfully, he noticed my melancholic demeanor, and he didn't bother to utter a word to me, as he opened the back door of the car. "We're heading to my grandmother's place." I revealed, as he swerved the car away from the apartment complex. I threw the apartment building a final, wistful l
Sofie’s POV I scoffed as I watched the deliveryman set the basket of gifts down before handing me a notepad and a pen."I need your signature right here, Miss Diaz." He said, motioning to the dotted line at the bottom of the notepad."I know where I need to sign on. This is the fifth time I've received this unwanted package this week." I spat, shoving the notepad at him.He just bowed before getting on his bike and zooming off.I sighed as I darted the basket a cursory look.The day after I slammed the door in Roman's face, I had started getting daily deliveries of huge baskets of gifts.The gifts ranged from boxes of chocolates, packets of marshmallows, a handwritten apology from him, a bottle of non alcoholic red wine, a huge teddy bear, to a dainty bracelet, which Amy had later informed me was a two carat diamond bracelet that cost somewhere between three thousand to five thousand grand.Now I had five diamond bracelets which were worth about twenty five thousand grand, that I pla
Roman’s POV "Did Sofie say anything to the delivery man?" I asked Nathan as he walked into my office. "No, sir." He replied, bursting my bubble of hope. I concealed my disappointment with a nod. "Okay then. You may leave." In response, he bowed before exiting my office. I raked my hands through my hair, as an exasperated sigh escaped my lips. It had been five days since I last saw Sofie, and nothing seemed to be hopeful anymore. It seemed as if she had blocked my number because I could neither send a message to her, nor could place a call to her line. And that made me resort to sending her handwritten notes everyday. I was hellbent on persevering through her cold treatment toward me. I consoled myself with the faint possibility of her accepting me back into her life. Suddenly, my phone vibrated with a message which made me scowl. The scowl instantly dissipated off my face when I saw who the sender was. It was from Sofie. It seemed as though she had finally unblocked me.
Sofie's POV"What do you think you are doing right now, Sofie?" Amy hollered, as she stormed into my room.I sighed, as I calmly retrieved a suitcase from my wardrobe and placed it on the bed."What do you want, Amy? As you can see, I am organizing my clothes. I told you yesterday that I was leaving America, didn't I?" I scoffed.I had decided to stick to my initial plans to move away from America when the contract engagement ended.I wanted to live my life away from Roman.It had been a week since I met him at the restaurant, to hand him the contract termination letter.The daily basket of luxurious gifts had also stopped since last week. Initially, I had thought I'd feel an immense sense of relief when they stopped but I couldn't help but feel a bit saddened.Roman had looked so defiant when I told him I wanted out, but for the past couple of days, I hadn't even received a text from him.Maybe he had gotten fed up with my antics, and ending things with me made him realize that he d
Roman's POV"Good day, President Giovanni." My staff greeted in unison, as I walked into the conference room. I just nodded and took my seat at the head of the table, before they also did. "I heard you have something important to tell me. What is it?" I asked, flipping through the pages of the business proposal on the table. "Uhm, well sir." One of them, a short, stubby, middle-aged man began. I raised an irritated brow, as I watched him exchange glances with his colleagues. "I don't have the whole day. What is going on? Why are you exchanging glances with them like a trapped rat?" I asked, doing my best to suppress the ire boiling within me. Nowadays, I easily got irritated. And as much as I'd like to claim that it wasn't because of the unresolved issues between Sofie and I, deep down I knew it was. The last time I spoke to her was five days ago, when we met at the restaurant, and she handed me the stupid contract termination letter, which I had burned with a lighter immediat
Sofie's POV"Thanks." I uttered to the driver, as he helped me take out my luggages from the trunk of his taxi."No problem, ma'am." He nodded, handing me my change.I shook my head, as I waved. "No, no. Please take it."He looked shocked, before swiftly pocketing the cash. "Thanks a lot, ma'am. I really appreciate it. I hope you have a safe and hitch free flight.""I hope so too." I muttered, more to myself than to him.I was finally leaving America but I still didn't feel eager to leave.Amy and I had gotten into an argument earlier that morning, she had vowed to cut me off for good if I continued with my 'stupid display of foolishness," and in my anger, I had asked her to do so.She had stormed out of our apartment before I left to heaven knows where.I heaved a deep sigh of despondence, as I trekked into the airport while dragging my luggage along.My eyes roamed around the waiting area as I walked in further.The airport was strangely scanty.Most of the seats in the waiting area
Roman's POV "Happy birthday, Nonna." I beamed up at my grandmother, as I watched her waddle downstairs with the aid of her walking stick. Today was her ninetieth birthday, and it also coincided with the wedding anniversary of my late parents. We had decided to celebrate in a big way to mark the successful completion of Nana's chemotherapy treatment after three whole years, and also the miraculous stoppage of the cancer metastasis. If someone had told twenty five year old me that I'd eventually learn to stop avoiding any event related to my parents, I'd have scoffed at them. I had also gotten the courage to visit my parents' graves a week ago, for the first time since I became an adult. The last time I visited them was more than a decade ago; on the day before I was to travel to boarding school in London. Back then, Nana had told me that I needed their blessing before taking any big step in life. But somehow, I had managed to put off visiting them before Sofie and I got married
Sofie's POVMy erect nipples were instantly in his face, begging for his touch, and sensual ministrations.He scooped up my boobs with a powerful hand, fondled them like stress balls, before capturing a nipple in his mouth while swiftly sliding the lingerie down my feet.Withdrawing from the kiss, he littered kisses down my stomach, along my stretch marks, and the thin, jagged surgical scar at the center specifically."Thank you." He whispered, gazing up at me.Forking my hands through his tendrils of dark hair, I beamed at him. "You're welcome."Then, he reached downward to my throbbing garden of horniness, and placed a thumb against my quivering entrance which yearned for nothing more than his cock."You're so beautiful everywhere." He whispered again before pressing a kiss to my core.Slowly and meticulously, he pried my folds apart, lapped at them like an ice cream cone before sliding his tongue inside me.Roman knew every part of me like the back of his palm; he knew my core, he
Sofie's POVI took a deep breath as I stared at my reflection in the mirror."What is going on in there, Sofie? Do you need my help?" Roman's voice wafted in from the other room.After inhaling shakily for the umpteenth time, I answered, "N-No. I'm fine. I'll be out in a few.""Alright.""Yes." I whispered to myself, as I ran my hands over my body.Over the black one-piece lingerie I had on to be exact.I had no idea what sort of spirit had possessed me to bring the wanton piece of clothing on our honeymoon.We were currently honeymooning at a private resort on a secluded island in Santorini. Regret and uncertainty filled me as I glanced at the stretch marks at the sides of my stomach.I looked so ugly and fat in the lingerie.Although I had worked hard, and literally spent up to six months in the gym after I gave birth, my body had still not gone back to what it used to look like prior to me getting pregnantAnd that made it hard for me to feel comfortable naked, whenever Roman and
Roman's POV"They are here." Damien whispered into my ear, and I instantly whipped my head around so fast, I almost dislocated my neck.We were both standing at the altar, waiting for my beautiful bride to arrive."It's happening." I said, and he squeezed my shoulder in reassurance."And it will be fine. Everything will go well." He said, his voice tinged with conviction."I hope so." "Let me go get her. I'll be right back with your wife in a few." He winked, and clapped my shoulder before trekking out of the garden.My eyes met with Nana's elated ones, and she darted me a smile as she gently stroked her chest, as if to calm my livid nerves."You'll be fine, figlio." She mouthed, and I nodded, mirroring her smile.My heart hammered against my chest in a mix of nervousness, and excitement as the bridal entrance song played, and the onlookers stood up to watch Sofie enter the venue.Ethan was the first to waddle in which drew out loud cheers and laughters from the guests, as they all a
Sofie's POV "Are you done?" I asked the make-up artist as she began to put the beauty supplies away."Yes, Ma'am." She nodded, to which I sighed in relief before staring at my reflection in the vanity mirror.The realization that today was the day Roman and I would legally become one forever, felt real at that moment, and it caused tears to pool in my eyes.I sighed, and managed to blink my tears away before it smeared the make-up artist's hard work.I had no idea why I was crying on such a beautiful day."Oh, babe." Amy's voice wafted into my ears before I felt her hands on my shoulder. "Tears of joy, huh?"She was my matron of honor, just like how I had been her maid of honor at her own wedding.Amy had gotten married to Damien three months ago, after they had both dated for a year, in an intimate ceremony which had just their family, and close friends in attendance.Sniffling, I managed to nod in affirmation.Amy just smiled at me through the mirror. "I can understand because I fe
Roman’s POV Anxiety coursed through my bloodstream, as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. It was finally our wedding day. I was supposed to be the calm, and laid-back person between the both of us, but the panic clogging my throat begged to differ. My bowtie suddenly felt too tight for my liking while my hands felt cold yet clammy at the same time. Heaving a deep sigh to calm my tense nerves, I glanced down at the time, before sipping cold air through my teeth. We were currently in one of my bequeathed mansions in California. The wedding was going to take place at a garden nearby, which was dedicated to my parents' memory. It had also been a day since I last saw Sofie, and three hours since I last saw Ethan. Nana had mentioned something about it being bad luck if I saw my fiancée on the night before our wedding. Of course, I didn't believe in superstitions like that but I knew better than to argue with her. "You can do this, Roman. There's no need to fret over your we
Sofie’s POV A YEAR LATER"What do you think of this place?" Roman asked, as we strolled into a building inside The Eiffel tower.Yeah, you read it right.We were at the le jules verne restaurant, which was situated in the super-imposing, historical structure.I had graduated from college a week ago, and Roman had brought me to Paris for a vacation.It was the first time since I gave birth that I was away from Marcus, and I badly missed my son.I knew he would definitely be well looked after by his great-grandmother, and her staff, but a feeling akin to guilt still tugged at my heart.Earlier that day, Roman had even facetimed his grandmother at my request, so I could see him, but it still didn't feel enough in the slightest.I guessed that was what motherhood did to someone.You are never really at peace, if your child isn't with you."Cara mia, are you okay?" Roman asked, pulling out a chair from beneath the table.I faked a smile, "I'm alright, babe. Why do you ask?""You've been s
Roman’s POV "Tell Damon Alvarez to get the required documents ready before our next meeting." I said into my phone, as I paced my study."Alright, sir. I will convey your message to his secretary immediately. Have a nice day, sir." Nathan replied, from the other end.Afterward, I ended the call.A knock came on the door, just as I was to continue reviewing the pile of documents on my desk.One of my staff walked in, and bowed. "Lunch is ready, sir. Would you like me to bring your meal here?"I shook my head in negation, as I set the documents aside, and made for the door."Where is Sofie?" I asked, as I made my way to the dining room."Ma'am Sofie is waiting downstairs, sir."I just hummed in response, as I ambled down the flight of stairs.My lips automatically gave way for a wide grin, on seeing Sofie.She was already sat at this dining table, and was leisurely refolding the napkins."Have you been waiting too long, cara mia?" I asked, pressing a kiss to her forehead, before crouch
Sofie’s POV "Are you sure you have everything with you? Have you checked your bag properly? We don't want you forgetting anything important." Roman said, as we walked to the garage. I huffed, as I zipped my bag close. "Yes, Roman. I have. This is the fifth time I'm rechecking my bag now." Today was my appointment date, and initially, I had thought I was going to be the more nervous between the both of us. But Roman had proven me wrong with how paranoid, and jumpy he had been since the day began. It was the first time he was following me to an appointment, since he was discharged from the hospital, five weeks ago. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he gazed down at me, and said. "I guess I'm just being paranoid over this appointment. The last time I felt like this was when I had to take college entrance examination." My face dissolved in a soft smile, before I tiptoed to pull him into a warm hug. "You'll be fine," I muttered. "It's just an examination to ascertain our baby's